Stone Circle Sweet Child

melancholy he called it.

bjarna did not have a name for her own. maybe it was that. maybe it was something else. maybe it had always been there since she had been left in that bearish valley. waiting for any opportunity to strike her.

then came something even bigger.

gunnar would be father once more — with taktuq.

something in her gut clenched. hidden beneath wrinkled features and thick fur.

will they have me as sister?

maybe, she thought, she was not meant to be a sister. not after this year.